Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 903 | 2016-09-02 08:07:01 | 111.26 | 100% |
| 814 | 2016-08-21 06:04:49 | 105.11 | 100% |
| 777 | 2016-08-15 22:26:26 | 95.41 | 96% |
| 541 | 2016-07-25 04:30:16 | 94.49 | 97% |